In order to survive, I became the little wife of the villain

When a maid came to call Jiang Ying to Song Qiushui's residence that night, he was not surprised.

The reason why Yu Qingyan made those actions at noon must be because Song Qiushui's deadline is approaching.

When Jiang Ying and Liu Wangshu arrived, many people had already gathered in Song Qiushui's room.

Even Ji Jiuyou, who was on the front line, came back, but there was no rain and light smoke.

Jiang Ying raised his hand, stopped everyone from saluting, and glanced at the bed, "How about it."

"Should", the magic doctor looked at the expressions of the people in the room, and carefully prepared his words, "I can't make it through tonight."

Liu Wangshu couldn't accept it, "Then the medicine last night was for nothing?"

Although Jiang Ying had explained Song Qiushui's situation to her, the medicine they had found so hard was useless at all?

Jiang Ying patted her on the shoulder and signaled her to calm down, "His illness won't be cured by taking a few doses of medicine."

Song Qiushui's life was overdrawn because of the exercises. Although he looked like he was in his early twenties, he was actually an old man in his dying years.

He stepped forward and glanced at Song Qiushui who was lying on the bed. His breathing was already very weak, and his long black hair had already turned a lot of gray. When all his hair turned white, that was the moment when Song Qiushui died.

"Qiu Shui", Jiang Ying saw Song Qiushui's appearance, and felt infinite emotion in his heart, "Qingyan wants to marry you."

Song Qiushui, whose eyes were originally closed, opened a gap, his eyes were full of turbidity, "Your Majesty knows me, why bother to ask again."

His voice was hoarse and long, mixed with constant coughing, like an old man who was dying of illness.

"Presumptuous, you dare to stop me", a woman's coquettish voice pierced the night sky.

It's rain and light smoke.

Liu Wangshu hurriedly said, "I'll bring her in."

"Don't go," Gu Qingming stepped forward to stop her.

Liu Wangshu was puzzled for a moment, Song Qiushui couldn't make it through tonight, so why didn't they let the two of them meet.

"Madam doesn't know something." Ji Jiuyou arched his hands and explained, "We purposely kept the news from Yu Qingyan."

"This", Liu Wangshu looked at Jiang Ying as if asking for help, not knowing what they were singing again.

"It's because I don't want to see you." Song Qiushui's strength to speak became weaker, and he slowed down for a while before continuing: "I don't want her to see me like this."

Everything about him now has become an old man, and even his appearance is maintained like this with the support of the only remaining devilish energy, but even the last trace of devilish energy will dissipate.

He didn't want Yu Qingyan to see his gray hair and wrinkled face, so he simply disappeared.

Although she lacks the masculinity of a man in her eyes, at least she still looks clear and handsome.

Liu Wangshu seemed to feel something, and withdrew his hand that was about to open the door, "But you, don't you want to see her again?"

"She is in my heart", after Song Qiushui said this, he closed his eyes again and did not speak again.

If it wasn't for his weak breathing, Liu Wangshu would have suspected that he had already gone.

"You guys go out too."

After an unknown amount of time, Song Qiushui's voice sounded again. The voice was very soft, like a raving in a dream.

Several people looked at each other, and then they all went out the door.

The rain and smoke in the courtyard were blocked by people, but because Song Qiushui wanted to rest, he didn't dare to make too much noise. Seeing Jiang Ying and the others come out, it was like seeing a savior.

"Your Majesty, how is he?" Yu Qingyan had already changed out of her wedding dress, and it was also rare that she didn't wear a red dress, but a pink one, looking very pretty.

Jiang Ying could only reply evasively: "He just took a rest."

"But I heard." Yu Qingyan was not satisfied with Jiang Ying's answer, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a cough in the room.

Yu Qingyan took two steps forward, trying to open the door, but Ji Jiuyou grabbed her tightly, "Sorry, he doesn't want to see you."

Yu Qingyan's expression visibly changed from eagerness to bewilderment, and finally into bewilderment.

She laughed twice, "He doesn't want to see me?"

Yu Qingyan seemed to have heard some funny joke, she laughed and broke away from Ji Jiuyou's hand, "How is it possible, you lied to me."

She stared at the wooden door, as if she wanted to see Song Qiushui inside through the wooden door.

"Song Qiushui", Yu Qingyan suddenly shouted in the direction of the window, "Why didn't you see me?"

No one in the room answered him.

"In your eyes, I'm the kind of person who only looks at the skin." The more Yu Qingyan said, the more angry she became, and the devilish energy in her body was constantly churning.

Song Qiushui in the room listened to her words. He had already prepared his heart, but there was no rain or smoke.

But when he heard her shouting with anger and sadness outside the house, his heart was disturbed again.

"It's my own problem, and it has nothing to do with you." Song Qiushui propped himself up from the bed, his tone not as weak as before.

But everyone outside the house knew that this meant that Song Qiushui was really going to die, and now it was just a flashback.

Yu Qingyan was relentless, "I don't care, I must see you tonight."

She naturally knew that Song Qiushui was afraid that she would see him aging, but she didn't care, she didn't care at all.

In the past, if Yu Qingyan said that, Song Qiushui would have laughed back and sighed, following his wishes.

But tonight is an exception.

Song Qiushui looked at the beautiful figure reflected on the window, and his heart was full of bitterness. He almost subconsciously wanted to rush out to see Yu Qingyan again.

But when he turned his head and saw the picture in the mirror, he held back his thoughts.

He was already late, but his lover was still in the prime of life, he couldn't accept such a gap, and he also subconsciously felt that with his current state, he was more and more unworthy of her.

"Song Qiushui", Yu Qingyan was a little annoyed when she saw that the people in the room hadn't spoken for a long time, "A piece of skin, what do you care about?"

After that, a red air blade condensed on her fingertips, and slashed down on her face fiercely.

This happened so suddenly that everyone was stunned.

Who in the entire demon clan doesn't know that Yu Qingyan cares most about her appearance, but now she destroys her appearance.

"Now I'm ugly too." Yu Qingyan's tone was pleading, "Let me take another look at you, okay?"

The door of the room finally opened, and Song Qiushui, who was already hunched over, stood at the door, looking at the bloody rain and smoke, and whimpered, "Why are you so stupid."

When Yu Qingyan saw Song Qiushui's appearance, she was taken aback for a moment, and quickly threw herself into his arms, "How could you be so cruel and not see me."

"I'm sorry," Sailor Song Qiu stroked Yu Qingyan's face tremblingly, "Does it hurt? Such a deep wound may leave a scar."

Yu Qingyan shook her head, "I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid that you won't see me."

Just one sentence made Song Qiushui's heart turbulent.

"It's not worth it." Song Qiushui closed his eyes and murmured, "How can I rest assured that you are like this."

He didn't know that Yu Qingyan was willing to destroy his face for him, and it was the first time he had the idea of ​​not wanting to die.

But he has run out of fuel and can't accompany her anymore.

Perhaps it was too much grief, Song Qiushui spat out a mouthful of blood, staining most of Yu Qingyan's shoulder red.

"Sorry, I dirty your clothes." Song Qiushui looked at the dazzling red on the clothes, his eyes were a little blurred.

Yu Qingyan loves pink the most. She wore this dress when she was young. He praised it for its beauty, and she never wore it again.

When she was young, Yu Qingyan seemed to hate getting involved with Song Qiushui, until she grew up, she still subconsciously maintained the habit of many years, that is, as little as possible to get involved with Song Qiushui.

On the contrary, Song Qiushui, no matter what the rain and mist, he always followed her with a smile on his face.

But the more he behaves like this, the worse Yu Qingyan treats him, and now she understands.

She knew that Song Qiushui would tolerate her infinitely, so she dared to show all her bad temper in front of him.

It's just that she understood it a little too late.

"It's okay, it's okay," Yu Qingyan shook her head desperately, "As long as you are alive, it doesn't matter."

"Stupid, stupid", Song Qiushui stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Yu Qingyan's face again, but stopped in mid-air, "From now on, don't do stupid things."

One or two figures hugged each other in the courtyard, one was charming and full of vitality, and the other, like a dead leaf in autumn, fell into the yellow mud.

Liu Wangshu reached out to catch the dead leaf on the tree, "From now on, she will never have Song Qiushui again."